Monday, September 15, 2014

White Tigers- What They Have To Suffer

Tigers are really cool creatures- especially white tigers.

Unfortunately, there's more negative sides than positive sides of these wondrous cats.

Despite their beauty, there's something a lot of us don't quite understand.

Let's do some myth busting here.

1. White Tigers are just Siberian Tigers with a very rare color of fur.

This myth is a foolish story. White tigers get their fur through a genetic mutation that causes a condition called leucism. Leucistic animals are similar to albino animals, in that the pigment in their bodies did not fill in where it should have. Interestingly, leucism in tigers usually occurs among Bengal tigers and not among Siberian tigers.

2. White Tigers inhabit the wildernesses- born and bred.

Again, this myth is inncorrect. There is NO place in the world where white tigers naturally inhabit. In fact, for a tiger, being white in the wild is a distinct disadvantage. Without the typical orange and black pattern to provide proper camouflage, a tiger cannot depend on a surprise attack on its prey. That makes it extremely difficult to eat. The black and orange coloring is crucial to a tiger's survival.

For this reason, no legitimate association or organization has any plans to release white tigers into the wild. Some people think that releasing them is acceptable, simply because so many of us find the white tigers beautiful. But we must understand the truthful ways of the white tiger.

The terribly sad thing about these tigers is that they were NOT born and bred in the wild, but in captivity, which means they STAY in captivity for the rest of their lives. They are purposely inbred in captivity to meet the demand of paying public. The kind of severe inbreeding that is required to produce the mutation of a white coat also causes a number of defects, such as:

-Cross-eyed eyes, even though they might not appear to be cross-eyed.
-The optic nerve is wired on the wrong side of the brain.
-They are born with awkward teeth that go in all different directions.
-They suffer from club feet.
-They suffer from cleft palates.
-They suffer from spinal deformities.
-And lastly they suffer from defective organs.

These amazing felines are suffering from so much already, but that's not the end of it. Each year white tiger cubs are sold for thousands of dollars. Our fascination with white tigers is a poor reason to continue inbreeding them.

I hope that suited you for the night. Pink has my permission to post this on her Animal Rights Society blog.

I leave you with a picture that sums up all I have said- er, typed.

News

I haven't had a party in the long time, so in the next 3,000 views I plan to host a 180,000 views celebration!

Also, the results of the raffle were posted on the contest blog. Check to see if you won!

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Weekly Items #1

Let's take a look at all the items that were released this week.




Bacon and Bucked Teeth


Sometimes you'll see people with what they call "bacon" on their trade list. It's not an unreleased item, just a bacon-colored, delicious Pet Towel. :P



I've also noticed that the otters have buckteeth. :B

Shattered

You all expected me to see the Northern Lights last night. I expected that too.

It all started when I noticed the sun beginning to fall over the western horizon. I was at my brother's soccer game. The score was 1-0, and our team won. But that's not important right now.

When I got home, the sky was black with a couple distant stars glittering in the moonlight. That was around 8:00 PM.

Every half hour or so, I'd step outside into the cold air to check if the auroras had appeared.

8:30 PM. Nothing.
9:00 PM. Nothing.
10:00 PM. Nothing.
10:30 PM. Nothing.

I decided that I should get some rest, so I set the alarm on my iPod for 11:45.

Well, whoop-e-do. -.-

MY ALARM DIDN'T GO OFF! D:

I frantically tried to see what went wrong. I had made the smallest mistake by accidentally setting it to 11:45 AM, and NOT 11:45 PM.

I was so angry at myself. It was 5:19 in the morning and I had completely missed the spectacular lights.

If I were a cat, my ears would have drooped so deep to my chin I could tie them into a furious knot.

I walked out the front door one last time, in hope that the Northern Lights would still be out there.

Nope. Not a single glimpse.

After that, I laid on the couch with a fluffy black blanket and cried my eyes out.

My mom and dad must've heard my cries, and immediately rushed out and asked what was wrong.

I told them my alarm didn't go off and I didn't get to see the lights. :(

I slept with my parents the rest of the time, in utter disappointment and sorrow.

My dreams just... shattered. Like a glass cup thrown on tile floor.


Once I got into my parents' bed, Dad told me the weatherman on the news said that the lights wouldn't be visible from Utah. The flare wasn't big enough to project the lights that far south. The limit was upper Idaho and West Yellowstone.

It made me feel better to know that I wasn't the only person in my neighborhood that didn't see the lights.

It made me feel worse because... I don't know.

I am still sad, but not as sad as I was 3 hours ago.

Anyway, be sure to enter the raffle. I also updated the Funny Jammers page. :P

Sorry... bye!